Dusk Ride

June 10, 1977 at 5:57 pm (Darkness, Featured Poems, Poetry)

The pines pass us by
trees of hours gone by
as we take our car ride.
The clouds go rushing
down the sky blushing
hideous pink
as we travel by;
and the horizon thumbs up
to capture the sun, cup
over it in a blacking wink.
I think

we have blurred into nightside.